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Originally Posted by Scheherazade
PS: I love quoting myself :D
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Here we are...Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
PS: I love quoting myself :D
I wish it were 4:00 - there's statement that has a different meaning depending on what time zone you think the person is in.
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Originally Posted by Sancho
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Originally Posted by The Atheist
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I can slide it...and...that's about it.
Right now the next 4:00 for me is AM and hopefully I'll sleep right through it.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Back to work today.
I currently teach a class in the City Central Library on a Monday morning which would be great if I was able to chill there after the class. Unfortunately I am having to rush off to support a new tutor, but things will settle down eventually. (They have a cafe and Wi-Fi area which I could spend my dinner break in).
I do have a pass to get through the back security doors and into the Warren of rooms and offices that are off limits to the public. It used to be a nightclub with a balcony, ( up where I teach), and the maze of corridors does remind me of the Overlook Hotel when the doors open to the lifts and the blood rushes out. (The floors have blood red tiles). I quite like having access to areas previously off limits when I was a member of the public.
In Nottingham to see my daughter this weekend. It's a nice city with wide spaces in the centre.
Last night, after visiting her, I popped into Nottinghamshire oldest pub - The Bell Inn established 1437.
Nice pub - wood panelled - and full of the middle aged and older. Perhaps the older population gravitates towards the more traditional pub.
I've passed a Punk Pub nearby which also seems to be filled with middle aged but "alternative" people. I might pop in tonight just to have a look.
Fantastic Paul. I took a tour through the Bell Inn’s website; 12th century cave cellars, Abbot Ale, TTT Porter, Trooper and the William Clarke sure look good, but I have to say that pic of the fish and chips on the newsprint has me drooling, a lot of history there.
Until now, my knowledge of Nottingham was limited to what Roger Miller shared, although Los Lobos take on it isn’t bad either… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIP1-RPzrK8
Thanks Gil. I've just had a look as well. I didn't know about the cave tours. They sound great. And yes- the fish and chips do look superb.
On the Saturday night I went into Punk Rock Pub not far from The Bell. It is a tiny place with loud music inhabited by middle aged men - presumably ex-punks. I wasn't too impressed. I did like like The Blue Bell next door which was also inhabited by middle aged people. I haven't yet felt too old for a pub in Nottingham. There's time yet though.
Now we know the source of the popular demand, as well.. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
^nice, Gill.
Also I never knew Mary was a redhead until right now.
It is a Russian stamp after all, I tell ya, that Da Vinci always ahead of his time.
Speaking of blondes, we need to recognize the passing of Donna Douglas, who passed form this world on January 1st.
Boy, the cement pond ain't gonna be the same.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1A7YxC6tpHI
Well, I for one will certainly tilt a glass of rheumatiz' medicine in her honor.
Here's to you Ellie-May...
I had a skosh too much cheap vodka last night, the left side of my head is just now feeling better.
Cindy Walker helped me get through... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGnRFirmTkc
Something I stumbled on earlier this morning that we blokes are all too familiar with.
Even poor old St. Augustine and his posse, 1,631 years ago, realized the futility of their dreams at the moment someone mentioned the wives.
From Augustine's Confessions, he and some friends were considering forming a commune away from the throng of humanity.
The year; about 384...
"...We agreed that two officers should be chosen every year to handle the details of our life together, leaving the rest undisturbed. But the we began to wonder whether our wives would agree, for some of us already had wives and I meant to have one. So the whole plan, which we had built up so neatly, fell to pieces in our hands and was simply dropped. We returned to old sighing and groaning and treading of this worlds broad and beaten ways..."
A late Mothers Day gift, from the 4th movement of my Sub Urbane Symphony (see the really bad poems thread)
Happy Mothers Day...
Fourth Movement -A Mother’s Day Suite
Rondo Affectionado
Originally presented on Mother’s Day
Please listen as you read:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmOClcEk124
(Saint-Saëns Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso)
What cacophony hies from yer room Bert?
Turn doon that deavin rock man…enough!
Whutsa ma, you want to hear Rachmaninoff?
Nae boy, I’d rather not hear any ting atoll.
Unless it’s the pipes boy…
Aye, I’ll take the pipes ‘o Pan on the ides of May.
Play them now on yer dear ‘ol mum’s special day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rjbrqcQ5Sw
An who’s this slit skirt lass as got yer kilt in a flutter?
When ‘ul you get uh rondo intruducin yer mudder?
Her name is Camille, she’s from Saint Saëns;
a capricious bird, with a bow on her sconce.
She took the low road from the south of France.
If she’d taken the high road, she’d nae dusted ‘er pants.
You could uh ridden Debussy lassie for nary a pence,
it stops at firth and forth, right next to our fence.
Ach naw! it’s tha painter of moats token on a missile,
look’n like a clatty wraith wi uh dose ‘o jump’n fits.
Higher ‘an Abbey Craig from smok’n too much thistle,
your faether would say he’s got a bit ‘o the “Heifetz”…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeApec5uZMU